Alive
Hardly breathing but still a pulse
Call the medic. We need results
Try to stay awake
Help is on the way
It's hard killing what isn't alive
And all of the demons that are living inside
Coursing through my veins
A diabolical parade.
On the edge and I'm breaking down
I'm not sure I can keep holding on
My grip is weakening
I'm fading fast
I need to know there's a way out
Of all the voices heard tonight
Only yours will keep me alive
It's hard wanting to stay alive
with all of these lies stuck in reprise
Louder every day
It's almost more than I can take
There's gotta be a way out
That won't leave me buried under ground
A voice to cut through the static
reminding me I can win
Writer/s: STEPHEN CURT DAVIS
